Inside was a journal and letter that he wrote me
It said my name is dillon I'm in 7th grade
I'm ridiculed and picked on almost everyday
Yeah they push me in the halls in between my classes
Yesterday they took my books then broke my glasses
I got no one to talk to, it's like I don't exsist
Sometimes I wonder if I was gone, would I be missed?-Jake Miller million lives
What have we all done?
All the hatred in the air
We treat people without a care
what would our parents think ?
Would they be disappointed ?
we treat people like there an outcast
In front of everyone
We put them on blast
For what?
So we can feel better?
To forget about our problem ?
Well let me tell you
that doesn't make you awesome
It makes you a bully
They pull up their hoodies
Because we torment them
Just because we don't understand
where there they are coming from
We will never understand
All we do is put them under our demand
Without an explanation
Without thinking about their situation
we don't know
And we won't know
Unless we think before we speak
just because they are unique
We critique ?
We all need to grow up
Act our age
no need to be enraged
let it go
Don't treat them so low
Let's all grow
And go with the flow
Hey everyone decided to upload this poem I was literally doing this during class but I tried it's not as good as my others but please leave your feedback in the comments if you enjoyed it
XOXO
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What Society has done
PoezieHave you ever thought about us? All the music blasting lost in our thoughts. Ever thought to ask us what we feel? All these emotions spinning like a wheel They never care we have no hope there words sharp like knifes It cut...
